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All the blips of the sinking ships are all sinking in to your skinand i'm getting older as my hair goes white and i can not light up the dark. and all the violent waves the violent waves. i haven't left the house in 100 yearsand you haven't left yours in 100 hours and we can't keep our hands out of our own mouthssee the horrible habits we acquire. and all the rawest thumbsfrom gnawing on them and rowing hardyou're a nervous wrecki'm a nervous wreckyou're a nervous wreck. and how my stomach burns but only at night when the moon is brightand i have dreams about bears with the reddest mouths but your arms are warm and your legs are wrapped around. and the sound of your heart the unsteady sound i will slow it down. Aus Songtexte Mania